Bolting
herself upright, she felt the muscles on her flat stomach tighten
and relax as waves of torrent surged through her, emanating
simultaneously from the two pleasure points at the base of her
body. Two masculine organs tore into her vagina and moisturized
anus respectively, leaving her shamelessly twitching her naked
body in the open night air.

Looking
around her she found herself on a small, low square platform
at the center of an ancient, large, circular white marble stage
in the middle of nowhere, lit by some ten yellow lamps standing
at the edges. White flags with indecipherable markings stood
on long wooden poles all around them, flying wild in the air.
She was sitting body erect on the lap of a man lying down on
the small stone platform, whose limbs she could see beneath
her own legs sliding down the side of the platform to enable
him thrusting power, as she rode him with her back to his face.

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In
the soft yellow light she made out a figure close in front of her.
Facing her, standing on her knees and swaying nude in the wind as
if intoxicated, was a tall and exotic olive demi-goddess - a woman
as unreal in her perfect feminine form as in the grace of her mystic
physical demeanor. The goddess's soft full breasts with their taut
brown nipples swayed with her, almost brushing against the brown pointed
nipples of younger breasts, as the girl opposite her balanced her
body across wave after wave of rich sensations ruthlessly tearing
through her, the two cocks digging into her again and again without
respite. Two strong arms held and fixed her small waist in place,
as her upper body bolted forward and then back as she threw back her
long brown hair feeling the cool wind hit her body and face. Looking
back she saw that there was but one man with a toned body, beneath
her, letting her sit on himself, putting his cock inside her vagina.
The other cock was something like an electronic device attached through
a complicated contraption to the man's stomach, which drilled into
her anus while simultaneously lubricating it. The sight of the mechanical
device going in and out of her asshole, sent further shivers of pleasure
and a sensation of eeriness through her simultaneously. At the same
time, she suddenly felt like her asshole had taken all it could, and
as the hazel eyes of the young man locked with hers, with an understanding
gesture, as if by magic of intuition, he withdrew the mechanical device
out of her anus and put it to rest.

Comforted
by the respite on the walls of her asshole, and feeling the man enter
her vagina with greater lust now, she shot him a warm smile and started
twisting her waist around his cock making him moan with pleasure.
Then turning forward, she softly put her arms around the lady in front
of her, digging her face into the latter's warm neck. The goddess
hugged her back, and held her in place while suddenly the man's hands
tightened their grip on her waist, holding it down and thrusting into
her more forcefully now. Her body was helplessly fixed straight erect
as her face rubbed against the other woman's soft chest. She sniffed
in the lovely scent of the goddess's naked body. Suddenly she felt
like a little child hugging herself against her mother's skin for
warmth and protection. Till now, dancing on two cocks in the middle
of a circular marble stage, she had had a strange foreboding as her
body had moved with pleasure in the open wind, that somehow she were
being offered up to some divine entity as a sacrifice. Now she wanted
to feel safe in the warm bosom of this perfect woman. But as she stayed
fastened by the man's iron grip on her waist and the other woman's
embrace across her shoulders, her vagina being pounded away again
and again by the warm flesh of the youth, she suddenly felt the goddess's
soft breath close in on her face. In a second the goddess was biting
the tender lobes of her ear. And
at this moment a rip-roaring orgasm stormed through the body of the
younger girl, lurching her forward and bending her body, until she
awoke with a start, sweating, saliva dripping down the side of her
mouth. The bus had come to a stop and someone was shaking her.

Lorna
Zimmerman of twenty eight years and rich long brown hair stepped into
the caress of the warm midday sun, strapping her backpack behind her.
As her bus left with a primeval roar only rare old souls from its
species are known to produce, Lorna found a narrow forest road with
the appropriate signpost leading away from the asphalt. She took to
this road and her pace quickened at the thought of the weekend ahead
- left to her own devices in these woods far removed from her city
life, she would indulge in some of her favorite past times, namely
writing and watching films. But this time, she suspected, it would
not be the latest films of acclaim from the festival circuit (which
she followed avidly alongside more mainstream fare) which would grab
her attention. Instead, she planned to spend a good deal of time re-watching
her favorite porn flicks, seated in the bed of nature, out of the
twisted reach of modern communications. She had been here once before.
She knew from experience that the only human presence here for miles
was that of an old man who kept the lodge. Only rare visitors with
special knowledge and taste would ever come and stay at the lodge,
with the approval of the old man. It was not a hotel open to all.

It
is not as if Lorna did not enjoy the company of men, or that she was
unattractive to them. In fact, she was acknowledged in the hushed
circles of her male colleagues as the most elegant and beautiful member
of the feminine sex in their office, both in her looks and her physicality,
with her luscious long brown hair, small breasts and a lithe toned
body of a regular yoga practitioner. Every once in a while Lorna would
allow a distant male friend or acquaintance to take her out for a
date, bring her home and spend the night with her. Yet her most cherished
sexual appetite was reserved for erotic literature bordering on fantasy,
erotic cinema and porn. She never tried to guess why. She loved what
she loved, until she loved another exclusively.

Over
the last two weeks work pressure had been somewhat debilitating for
any scope of relaxation and during this time Lorna had had no respite
for any significant recreations, leave alone any sexual experience.
As the trees around her began to clear and the tiny lodge came into
view, she decided to dump her luggage and give her body some much
needed attention at the soonest.

It
really was a pretty hot day and Lorna was already sweating profusely
all over her body fitting olive green tank top. She came out of the
path into a large flat clearing with the beautiful lodge at one end.
Immediately behind the lodge and all around the clearing a gentle
forest spread in all directions. The ground of red earth, mostly grassless
around her, was shining in the blazing sun. As she came closer to
the lodge entrance, an unexpected creature stepped out of the door.
A young girl, slightly shorter than her, sporting a longish, pretty
and colorful flutter bikini top and a knee length thin white skirt
stopped in her tracks as she saw Lorna. Then a welcoming smile spread
across her face.

"Hi,
I am looking for Mr. Sergey Rybak. Would you know him?"

The
unknown girl held up a finger and motioned for her to wait, as she
took out a pen and a pad from the cloth bag dangling on her shoulder.
She swiftly wrote out something and showed it to Lorna.

"Sergey
Rybak was my father. He passed away last month. Me and my boyfriend
Illya take care of the place now. My name is Anya."

Lorna
gathered that the dark blonde, Belarusian girl could not speak. She
expressed her condolence and introduced herself. Anya wrote telling
her that she knew who Lorna was, since she had heard a lot about her
from her late father and that she was welcome to stay. The lodge was
vacant, except for the top room where she and her brother lived.

Within
the next ten minutes, Anya set everything up for Lorna in her room.
Lorna could not help feeling a twinge of enchantment at the sight
of this young girl. She must have been six or seven years younger
than her which would make her twenty two or twenty three. She was
beautiful in a most disarming way, with her grey eyes, luminescent
skin, medium hair, delicate frame and a flat soft belly visible under
the curve of her flutter bikini top. Once her room was ready, Anya
told Lorna that her brother was out to the nearby town for supplies
and that she herself was heading into the forest for a while. Offering
some sandwiches and beer kept in the kitchen to Lorna, she left.

Lorna
finished one half of a sandwich and drained a pint of beer eagerly
before stepping out into the sun. She had been thirsty and had not
bothered to change from her sweaty clothes, which now clung damp onto
her body. She walked over to the large old well in a corner near the
trees, with a tube well at its side. She did not know whether it was
the quick intake of the beer or the extreme sun and humidity burning
and soaking her skin in sweat, or simply the knowledge that she was
all alone out in the open, but before she knew it she had taken off
all her clothes in anticipation of a cool bath at the tube well.

A
square polished surface of stone extended to one side of the tube
well. Lorna quickly pumped water into a metal bucked and splashed
it all over herself, letting it wash over the sweat. A wonderful cool
sensation filled her skin as the water flowed away. She looked down
and saw her body glisten in the sun. As soon as she had filled another
bucked and seated her wet bum on the stone floor in order to splash
herself sparingly using her hands, she had a feeling of being watched.
She turned to find Anya standing at the edge of the forest, looking
at her. Lorna had no idea what had prompted the young girl to return
so quickly, but she felt there was no hiding now.

As
Anya walked towards her, Lorna saw the beginning of a faint smile
on the former's face. When she was quite close, with a casual motion
of one hand behind her back she slipped open her bikini top, exposing
the soft skin of her naked chest in the warm sunlight. Walking topless
to Lorna's side, Anya let her cloth bag dangle from her shoulder diagonally
across and passing through the timid skin between her bare breasts.
She came and leaned down on her knees beside Lorna. Lorna could not
help but eye Anya's lovely figure from her shoulder to her knees.
The creamy texture of her smooth skin looked radiant in the sunlight.
She was younger than Lorna but her body was already well developed.
The beginnings of medium sized breasts pointed out boldly toward Lorna,
tender buds undoubtedly as firm and soft as young fruits. In the single
long drawn moment Lorna spent gazing at Anya's body, she could already
see the limp red nipples on the latter's buds gently turn firm and
erect. Lower down, her almost concave soft cream belly framed by her
tender curving waistline, bulged ever so slightly from a line a little
below her sweet navel, where the firm elastic of the skirt dug into
the skin. Lorna looked up to find Anya's eyes smiling at her.

"How
did you know I like women too you little nymph?" said Lorna, "No one
knows but the only two women who have slept with me. And that was
years ago, when I was a fearless young woman."

As
she sat down beside her, Lorna bent forward and touched her lips to
the skin below Anya's jaw. Anya let her, ever so slightly bending
her head to one side in a welcoming gesture. Lorna kissed her just
below her collar bone on the tender flesh beside the region of her
underarms. Again, Anya simply let her, without performing any action
herself. A delicious wild aroma from Anya's skin, from the warm fold
of her arms destroyed what little restraint was left in Lorna. Without
asking, Lorna took off the cloth bag from her shoulder, the rough
movement of the strap jarring her soft left breast and nipple into
a jitter for a second, which all but melted Lorna's heart. She wound
her wet right arm around Anya's neck, drawing her face close to hers,
letting their temples touch and looked directly into her eyes letting
out a flurry of words:

"Why
did you not go into the forest you little crook? Did you know you
would see me naked? Do you know how shameful it is for me to feel
so helplessly seduced by a girl so much younger than me? How old are
you? Twenty two? Twenty three?"

Anya
blushed and smiled as she whispered that she was only nineteen. She
simply smiled at Lorna, who kissed her lips hungrily. Anya let her,
but did not kiss her back. She offered her lips, her body but did
not let Lorna dive into her mouth and swallow her warm saliva, did
not squeeze the hard brown nipples on Lorna's smaller breasts as Lorna
wished she would. All the time Anya taunted her without words, teased
her without teasing. The gentle movements of her body was enough to
make Lorna go wild. When Anya let her body relax a little and formed
the beginnings of gentle folds on her stomach, Lorna felt she could
dwell on those folds for years blissfully. Anya merely bent her head
to Lorna's cheek and kissed her gently.

Delighted
by the touch Lorna spoke briskly now, "I know! Let me please you little
girl, you don't have to like my body, maybe I am ugly to you, but
if you let me take off your skirt, I will please you so!"

Breaking
out into a giggle now, Anya bent forward breathing down on Lorna's
damp chest, kissed the bridge between her small breasts and looked
up at her endearingly as if to say that she did not find Lorna's lovely
body ugly in the least. Then, on her own accord, she slipped out of
her skirt and resumed her spot facing Lorna, parting her delicate
limbs. Lorna now saw that all the while the girl had not been wearing
any panties. From the red soil below the stone platform she picked
up her own sweaty discarded panty, soaked it in water and then squeezed
most of it out. Next, she took Anya's frame in her hands and gently
lay her down on the stone. She took the damp panty and using it as
a cloth she began to wash Anya's body already damp with moisture from
the heat. Anya closed her eyes and despite her best effort let out
soft moans of pleasure as the moist cloth brushed against her right
breast and nipple, and down her chest onto her belly, where Lorna
spread the panty out and softly pressed down over her navel. Letting
the wet cloth rest on her tummy, Lorna bent down and bit into Anya's
taut left nipple with a force which surprised herself. Anya screamed
out in pain and pleasure and Lorna's left hand which was already on
Anya's soft pussy could feel the opening ooze out fresh warm juices.
But she was in no mood to let go. Next she bit into Anya's other expectant
red nipple and pulled with her teeth forcing the skin and flesh of
her young breast outward. As if by instinct, Anya's right arm shot
out and held Lorna by her throat almost choking her. With a surprising
force and speed of movement, she took Lorna and pinned her down on
the red earth below the stone platform, and then letting go of her
for a moment, poured a half of the bucket of water all over her. Lorna
lay on her back bewildered, the red earth and dust from the soil clinging
to her wet body.

Swiftly
taking hold of her discarded cloth bag, Anya drew out a fresh cucumber.
As she dangled the vegetable dangerously over Lorna's vagina, Lorna
had no doubt as to mute girl's intentions. Simply looking at the length
and width of the innocent green vegetable sent shivers of anticipation
and fear down Laura's body and she instantly felt her vagina letting
go of fresh fluids outward. With a mischievous glint in her eyes,
Anya decided enough was enough and drove the cucumber straight into
the tiny brown and wet pussy. No deft touch or gentle introduction.
The force of the stab knocked the breath out of Lorna, as the muscles
on her belly contracted and her fingers grabbed at the soil beneath
her from the intensity of the sensation. Anya put the palm of her
left hand on the softest part of Lorna's tight stomach over her navel
and pushed down gently with a part of her body weight while with her
right hand she stabbed at the interiors of Lorna's pussy which were
now rich with juices. Giving herself over completely to fate, Lorna
let her arms lie limp in the dust, suffering the repeated stabs of
the large cucumber and feeling the hot earth grind into her back.
Lorna had wanted so badly for a chance to lovingly lick the moistness
between Anya's legs, to dip one finger into her slowly and let it
rest in her warmth for a whole three seconds or so. But Anya had changed
the game and now Lorna knew she would never touch the vagina she desired
so desperately. Anya would stab her to death, destroy her body with
pleasure. She wondered again, as she had done on so many occasions,
about her fantasy of having her body destroyed by pleasure. She wondered
if she was a freak for feeling this way, but when she opened her eyes
and saw Anya's young, limp creamy breasts bobbing lightly on her little
chest she forgot all about it. As Lorna's body contracted in a delightful
orgasm, Anya withdrew and put the cucumber down. She bent down and
kissed her lovingly on her forehead. Then she took her by the arm,
led her to the stone slab of the tube well and lay her head on lap.
Using the remainder of the water from the bucket and the wet panty,
she began to clean the dirt from Lorna's body. With her head close
to Anya's pussy, breathing in her aroma, Lorna kissed her on her lower
abdomen and felt a sense of peace she had never felt before.

Later,
Anya accompanied Lorna to the kitchen for a hearty late lunch and
some good red wine. Lorna felt herself reeling slightly from drinking
a little too much. Anya suggested a walk into the forest together
in the direction of the river to which the other readily agreed.

"Do
you mind if I leave the clothes and just wear my panties? It's still
hot and I feel a little adventurous." Said Lorna.

Anya
nodded smiling and gave a little nibble on Lorna's left nipple making
her giggle out drunkenly. In five minutes, they set out hand in hand,
Anya sporting a strapless white spotted red bikini and a rich yellow
skirt with tight elastic around her waist.

The
woods were sparsely populated with tall noble trees. The sun shone
through the gaps between the leaves and textured the forest path ahead
of them with sun and shade. More than the heat it was the humidity
that took Lorna by surprise. She walked bare bodied, wearing nothing
but a tight black panty, yet her skin was already moist in the warm
air. Her under arms felt wet. After walking for around ten minutes,
the duo came upon a little clearing to their right hand side. The
sight of the clearing sent a jolt through Lorna. What were four elderly
men doing here in the middle of the forest?

Seeing
the large axes in their hands, she realized they were local woodcutters
from the nearby village who had drifted in to this part of the forest.
Each one of them looked to be in their mid fifties. They seemed as
if the sudden appearance of a nude yoga mistress in their humble work
zone had taken their breath away. Anya took Lorna's arm to drag her
away, but Lorna felt herself beyond repair today. Nimbly walking over
to the four men she spoke in a velvet voice, "Excuse me gentlemen,
I apologize if I have startled you in your work by wandering in without
cover of fabric, but I was just passing by with my friend over there
and seeing you wondered whether any of you would care to have your
cock sucked by me?"

As
the four men stared at her face and her body alternatingly, she spoke
again in a candy voice flapping her eyelids, "Would you say yes, if
I bent down on my knees and said please?"

Before
Anya could figure out what to do, Lorna was sucking the juices from
four dripping cocks which extended toward her hungry mouth eagerly.
So much for civilized refrainment! Thought Lorna delighted. She could
still felt the taste of the delicious wine lingering on her lips when
she took the first cock into her mouth. The men hardly spoke. They
were literally speechless. Four large erect cocks surrounded Lorna
as she sat on her knees and alternately tasted the fluids from each.
As she did so, she felt her fresh panty soak with her own juices.
Casting a sly glance at Anya who was now sitting on the ground without
interference, Lorna slipped the largest cock into her mouth. This
woodcutter had long grey hair and a likewise long beard, and his fat
pecker extended the length of a full seven inches. Lorna gorged on
the fat meat as she pushed her throat upon its shaft to fit the entire
thing inside her mouth. Then she held the saliva dripping Dick in
both hands and moved her fingers in circular motions till a giant
load of hot white sperm erupted out of it and spread across her face
and chest.

Successively
Lorna sucked off each of the remaining three men. Each time they came
profusely delivering their load over Lorna's mouth, chin, chest and
her small breasts. Lorna sat there charmed by the events of the last
few minutes, thick cum dripping from the base of her nose and chin
onto her sweaty body. As she was about to get up, the man with the
beard and the large Dick held her down and masturbated over her face
till another load of fresh warm cum jerked out of him and hit Lorna's
open mouth. Delighted by the taste and warmth of the fluid in her
mouth, Lorna played with the huge load of cum inside her mouth rolling
it with her tongue, until finally she opened her lips and let it all
fall out over her chin onto her already cum stained body.

In
five minutes, Anya and Lorna had resumed their walk, Anya with an
impressed smile on her face and Lorna wet and stained by the cum of
older men.

Lorna
was surprised by how quickly the weather changed. Before she knew
it, straight ahead of them in the direction of the river the sky had
filled with grey clouds. The sun shone through them and its diffused
and filtered rays spread a magical yellow light all around, as the
two young women reached the bank of the river. The beauty of the scenario
made Lorna momentarily forget all about her growing sexual appetite
and the cum on her body. The woods cleared out to a lovely little
beach of soft pale yellow sand upon which lapped gently the calm clear
waters of the river. Lorna knew that the color of the water would
soon turn grey if the dark clouds were to spread further. On the other
side of the river some fifty meters across, she could see the forest
continue and beyond it rising a picturesque range of green hills radiant
in the evening light.

Despite
the clouds, the weather was still warm and sticky. The duo took off
their clothes and walked into the water. Lorna shuddered as the water
reached her waist. She didn't think it would be so cool. Within a
few seconds Anya was at her side. Without looking at the other's face,
Anya raised her right hand slowly toward Lorna's body. Lorna looked
down upon her chest. On her mouth and in some areas of her chest the
cum had dried to leave dry white marks. On others where the blob of
sperm had been larger, it was still wet and sticky, as on her left
nipple. Anya rubbed her cum stained breast gently with her hand before
dipping it in the cool water and splattering Lorna's body with it.
Lorna closed her eyes and let the cool sensation hit her. Taking one
hand around Lorna's back, Anya held her body softly while with the
other she washed her. Having gotten acclimatized to it over the last
few minutes, the water was more comfortable now. Once more, Lorna
felt at complete peace with her world, enjoying the bath her young
seducer of the afternoon was giving her. Once she was washed, Lorna
turned to thank the little nymph with a kiss. As she did so, out of
the corner of her eyes she caught a new figure emerge from the trees.
Anya turned too and a look of mischief spread across her face at the
sight of her boyfriend.

Lorna
saw a slender yet well-built youth with longish brown hair step toward
the beach with a backpack on his shoulders. He wore a sleeveless white
shirt and trunks. Lorna felt unsure as to what to do. Through the
look of recognition the two cast each other, it seemed clear that
this must be Illya, Anya's boyfriend. Yet if that was so, this seemed
to her a terribly compromising position. Apart from being stark naked
herself, she had revealed Anya in the nude with another woman in front
of him. As Anya stepped out of the water toward Illya, the later cast
a questioning glance at her, to which Anya responded with some gestures
of her hand Lorna did not understand. Immediately a look of understanding
spread across Illya's face. He walked forward to receive Lorna as
she stepped out of the water clutching and covering her body out of
sudden modesty. The cool bath and the sight of this dashingly beautiful
young man seemed to suddenly drain away at Lorna's partially wine
induced sexual daring.

"Hi,
you must be Lorna. I am Illya. Anya's father used to speak about you."

Lorna
nodded uncomfortably. As if suddenly realizing that she was not wearing
anything, Illya motioned for her to wait and quickly offloaded and
opened his backpack to produce a shawl with which he gently enfolded
her lean frame. Anya's skirt and bikini lay discarded a fair distance
away. Lorna smiled gratefully at him as Illya proceeded to bring out
a large thick mat and spread it out on the sand.

"I
hope you two are hungry," he said as he began unpacking some fruits
from his backpack. But suddenly Anya was at his side, looking at him
imploringly.

"Oh
Anya, not now darling," said Illya casually. But Anya had already
dug two fingers into her pussy and was almost coyly dragging Illya's
right hand on her right breast.

Lorna
fell down on her bum on the mat and stared. Right! Thought Lorna.
This is what was missing on this already wild day - watching a completely
unknown couple engage in sexuality!

She
sat there watching as Anya pulled the damp shirt off Illya's slender
toned body and pushed him down on the mat close to where Lorna was
sitting. Then she threw herself on top of him, kissing him lustily
and grinding her wet dripping body on his sweaty skin. Illya kissed
her back and immediately forced two strong fingers into her pussy
from the back making Anya give out a squeal of pleasure.

Things
were happening too fast for Lorna to decide on a proper reaction.
She merely sat in a dumb haze watching the couple.

In
a flash Anya's lips were around Illya's manhood. As her tongue touched
the shaft of his cock, Illya felt a familiar, lovely warm sensation.
His cock responded immediately. Lorna saw the semi erect cock stiffen
further and draw out to its full length inside Anya's small mouth.
In spite of herself, Lorna felt lust rising in her breast at the sight
of this. The girl sucked her beloved's cock with real passion, as
Illya's eyes looking at her intensified with pleasure. In the middle
of her action when she turned to check on Lorna and their eyes locked,
she could have sworn that the latter almost winced.

Looking
into the innocent honey flavored eyes of Anya as she gave Illya a
delicate, almost loving blowjob, Lorna felt a pang of pleasure at
the base of her body. Her vagina was becoming wet again. Meanwhile,
Illya lifted her off his cock and kissed her passionately on the mouth.
Once again, Lorna gaped at Anya's pretty figure. The soft line was
still there a little below her navel which had been formed by the
tight elastic of the skirt she had been wearing. The pubic area with
slight beginnings of hair was a little whiter than the cream tone
of her curving belly. When in a quick frantic motion she held her
brother down her rounding breasts bobbed in a delicious motion. With
a brilliant swiftness and accuracy, she seated herself on his long
hard Dick pointing upward, and began swaying her waist around it.
The sky had gone darker, and a soft cool breeze had begun to caress
their bodies as the storm approached closer.

Illya
turned his face toward Lorna as if imploring her to join them. Lorna
did not need a second invitation. Casting the shawl off her still
damp body, she was closer at his side, kissing his lips. She felt
Illya's warm tongue search out hers, and as the tips of the two tongues
touched inside their mouths, she felt a delightful sensation rise
from the pit of her stomach. The sense of modesty which had come over
her initially at the sight of the unknown boy now vanished completely.

"Do
you like having sex with your little girlfriend in front of strangers
Illya?" she was speaking in warm whispers into his ear, motioning
toward Anya's body riding his Dick Illya looked at Anya once, her
waist and belly moving in a delicious rhythm over his stiff cock.
As Lorna proceeded to kiss him again Illya's arm drew her close and
slipped two fingers into her pussy.

"Mmmm
oh Illya do you want me too?" Lorna was speaking in heavy breaths
now between moans of pleasure, "Isn't it enough to see your pretty
little girlfriend bounce naked off your cock? Do you like her young
cream colored breasts swaying up and down? Look Illya Mmm look at
her soft curving tummy. She has such a pretty little belly button,
don't you think? Mhhhmmm Oh Illya! Look at that line below her belly
button. See how her tummy softly bulges evenly above it and then deflates
above her navel only to rise again closer to her breasts. Ahhhhh
stop Illya, your fingers are too strong! Mhhhm! You know, Anya has
such a sexy body, I could stare at her riding you for hours."

Suddenly
Anya had had enough. She had heard all Lorna had had to say. Now she
jumped off her boyfriend's cock and dragged Lorna toward her, digging
her face into her crotch.

"Oh
no you don't!" said Lorna, "Not this time! I wanted your pussy last
time Anya, and now I'm going to get it. Hold her arms Illya!"

Playing
along to whatever Lorna had in mind, Illya fastened Anya's body to
a sitting posture on the carpet and held her arms crossed behind her
back. Staring at Lorna with smiling, almost mocking eyes, Anya opened
her legs wide for her, as if accepting defeat and daring Lorna to
do what she must. As Lorna put her index and middle finger into the
pink vagina, she felt the warm liquid inside welcome her in. The soft
walls of the vagina seemed to say they could take more and Lorna inserted
a third and then forced a fourth finger into her. Anya let out a deep
moan at the entry of the fourth finger as Illya began biting her ear
and whispering what obscenities to her Lorna could not hear. But she
had her own words she wanted to let out.

"You
enjoyed stabbing me with that cucumber didn't you my little seductress?
Now it's my turn! How does it feel?" she said, spitting down on her
hand and pushing four fingers into her again. "Do you remember I told
you the last time I had a woman was years back? I lied. She wasn't
really a woman yet. She was just a girl, like me. We were only newly
eighteen but she was already a slut. And do you know what I did to
her? I put my entire fist inside of her!" Saying so Lorna spit again
all over the backside of her right palm and drove the entire fist
smoothly into the yielding pink vagina.

A
deep moan bordering on a growl erupted out of the Belorussian's throat
as her body lurched and jittered from the sensation. The dark clouds
were now directly above them and the wind had picked up. The storm
was closer than ever before. Again and again Lorna twisted her fist
inside of her warm vagina while violently rubbing her clitoris with
the other hand. Anya closed her eyes and moaned repeatedly. Finally,
when it seemed as if she might faint from the experience, Lorna withdrew
her hand and kissed her passionately on the mouth.

"Take
me Illya, please." Said Lorna.

Lifting
Lorna's light frame in his arms, Illya placed her at the center of
the mat. Climbing on top of her he entered her gently. Her pussy was
tight and juicy around his fat manhood and Illya felt a delightful
warm wet sensation on his way into her. Their foreheads touching and
faces so close to each other that they could feel one another's breaths,
he looked into her unknown eyes and started rubbing her tiny clitoris
with one finger while fucking her. Initially Lorna wanted to close
her eyes with pleasure, but as she kept looking into the iris of the
young man's wild eyes, a sense of immense intimacy asserted itself
on her. The storm picked up in the darkened canvas around them and
the wind started howling raising the sand off the beach; Illya's warm
juicy cock entered her through her pink wet slit again and again,
and by the strength of those wild eyes Lorna felt she was at home.
She wanted nothing more than for Illya to keep rubbing her clitoris
and fucking her pussy while staring into the deepest core of her being.

There
was a warm whisper in Lorna's ears.

"Ride
him."

It
was Anya.

Lorna
had no idea she could speak! But she felt a greater urgency right
now.

In
a flash, surprised by her own agility, Lorna had Illya on his back.
Illya seemed a little stunned by the yoga princess's move as she spread
her legs and lowered the base of her body onto his hungry salivating
Dick She was gentle at first. Her body moved like that of some goddess
as she swayed herself forward and back in the sweetest rhythmic motion
Illya had ever seen or felt. The smooth butter skin of her stomach
curved and straightened with each move. Illya reached out his hands
and grabbed her pert nipples with his fingers. As he pressed down
on them Lorna's shoulders tightened and bent forward. Letting out
a little moan of pleasure she momentarily dropped down a little heavier
and longer on his cock.

When
Lorna leaned forward to kiss him, he crossed his arms around her back
and held her body against his. Lorna felt herself fastened against
Illya's chest and her mouth locked with his when he started entering
her with his own force. Without warning Illya was now beating ferociously
inside her while biting down on her lips, holding her face onto his.
Lorna let out a long deep throaty growl of pleasure as her body vibrated
on his with the repeated wild hammering that was knocking the breath
out of her. Meanwhile, the storm had darkened the entire riverside
and the woods around them leaving an unreal half-light through the
clouds illuminating the faint color and texture of naked skin on naked
skin. Lorna wasn't sure exactly when it happened, but when she felt
the beginning of a delirious sensation rise inside of her, she snatched
her mouth away from Illya's and dug her face into his neck. Without
deliberation she was biting into his skin, shutting her eyes tight
into Illya's body as a rip-roaring orgasm sent waves through her leaving
her breathless and faint.

Sensing
her weak state, Illya picked her up like a doll off his cock and placed
her beside him. Lorna felt more than saw him enfolding her with his
strong arms and kissing her lips gently. Suddenly she heard him moan
in pleasure. Anya had taken hold of his cock.

"Get
up!" She ordered.

Obediently
Illya stood up as Anya wrapped her two hands around his dripping cock
twisting them in a fast rhythm. Soon Lorna was by her side, fondling
his balls with her hands. The wind blew their hair wild as Anya drew
her open lips close to the tiny slit in his Dick in anticipation.
Within seconds Illya's cock erupted in successive jolts of hot white
cum crashing into his girlfriend's little tongue.

When
she closed her mouth Anya felt it full with the thick viscous liquid.
Before she knew it Lorna's lips were on hers. Anya opened her mouth
onto hers and let the delicious liquid slip into it. It was all Lorna
could do to take half of the cum in her mouth letting the other half
slurp out onto her chin and her chest. Turning to Anya's open mouth,
Lorna placed her face over hers and let the cum out of her mouth in
a slow lingering spit. She watched as the white liquid dripped slowly
between Anya's open lips onto her tongue. Finally, with a single motion
of her throat Anya swallowed the sperm hungrily and stared into Lorna
as Illya watched.

"You're
not so bad Lorna Zimmerman. You've passed the test. And I think we're
going have a good amount of fun this weekend."

Lorna
felt at a loss. What test? What fun? What was the Belorussian girl
talking about? How was she even talking? Why did she pretend she could
not earlier? But before Lorna could formulate any of these concerns
into words, the rain came down in great torrents, washing over their
bodies. Anya held up a hand as if in a gesture for her to wait and
see, and gave her a friendly wink like that of a little girl. Looking
at the smiling faces both of Illya and Anya, all three of them now
huddling close to soak in the rain, Lorna felt the pangs of a new
sense of adventure in anticipation of the wild weekend ahead.